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The three eerie women looked like they had been gardening in their yard, not standing in the path of a fast car. Their calm faces held hints of smiles, and their gray eyes never left mine.
The liquid had worked its magic. I was on I-95, inside Victor’s car, with Micah and his bird, but without Morgan. Where the hell was Morgan?
I glanced back and found Micah struggling to sit up. “What’s happening?”
One of the Fates gestured with her white hand. She wanted us to come to them.
I wasn’t sure what to do. I had just escaped from Brock and his demons. I didn’t want to be trapped again. Besides, as far as I knew, the Fates owned me now. I had no idea what they would want with me.
She gestured again.
Micah held on to my seat and looked ahead. “What do they want now?”
I gulped down my f
